Sloppy Meateaters Brand New Kind Of
Typically I'm set to lose
you Immitate my every move
Your convictions, my invention
I'm so sorry you're not me
No I don't wanna see your face no more
I don't want you saying my name no more
I don't wanna make your scene no more
Look at you now, thrown back down to where you just belong
lying dead, you were never meant to where this
My confessions, your next lesson, you never listen to my case
Brand new kind of